Supernatural One-Shots

His Secrets

He pulled me closer and kissed me, wrapping one arm around my upper back, and the other around my lower back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I let one arm just kind of drape around his shoulders while the other went exploring in his hair. He kissed me with a fierce passion, as if it was a last goodbye… and I suppose, in a way, it was. But the kiss was also delicate, like he was afraid of… something… It was incredibly intoxicating.

“Sam,” I whispered against his lips.

“Shh,” he replied, kissing me again.

I let my eyes remain closed as I focused on what was happening. I could smell his cologne with a twinge of dirt and sweat mixed in. He’d been hunting recently. I couldn’t keep the fear away and tears pricked at my eyes behind my closed lids.

What have you done, Sam?